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this is a great description of your dad's ' organized technical neat as a pin ways you on the other hand , a true poet, were different and loved and the ending is truly beautiful... what a wonderful voice you have!!

Posted 10 Months Ago

10 Months Ago

Oh my goodness jacob !!! This IS your best write ever !!!!!...
My parents died before I started to write .. but I think they would have praised my efforts..

"more technical in a hands-on sense
than a heart-on sense,"...........wow.. sigh

So many thought-full lines... but I see love.. from Him..and from YOU .and respect... Some can not express their emotions, feelings... thoughts.. so they stay silent. or shout out in anger.... but we know the life they have lived, and that speaks volumes ..... .

I always took the practical, straight and narrow road, Education, Hard Work..Marriage, Children....everything was in order, as I was told it should be.. I never had a wild side.. till I was a grand mother...then I let loose.. Ha! .. and did it my way.........

10 Months Ago

This. Is. Exceptional. Most of us writers are not really understood by our more pragmatic loved ones, though they try, but give up too soon or because it takes a certain understanding of the "betweeness" of things to write and some can only see the black and white. We love them anyway, and they love us in their confusion.

Posted 10 Months Ago

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10 Months Ago

I had this conversation with my mother. Had her read a poem of mine in 2015 and I thought she would die on the spot. She didn't get it. which is code for "i didn't make it plain enough". For certain generations
(this present on included) you can't pretend that make believe exists. I mean, if it doesn't come as an apt on their smart phones, or in my mothers case, from the bible, it cannot be referenced as "a real event". Poems are esoteric(a), and infused with the afterlife and thus forces you to let go,
when living thru the depression made you (at least try) to hold on. No argument here.

But poetry "without reading or understand" are as important as human breath, if human breath is
the exhalation of the dioxide of something spent.
Poetry is ash dear brother. nothing else. I felt this one Jacob. Felt it deep inside of me.....dana

Posted 10 Months Ago

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10 Months Ago

Many words to describe many more father-son intricate and contradictory feelings. Your tribute to “the Man” is wonderful...insightful character analysis and description of the changing, evolving relationship. I feel your love, admiration and respect for him, as I’m sure he does. Last line breathtaking. Kudos!

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 Year Ago

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 Year Ago

Father's love equally if not more than mothers, they just express it differently.

You complement each other perfectly. It doesn't matter who holds the pen because the love you share is so spiritually strong and so assured.

You have etched out a father's lovable character so beautifully with your pen. This poem is a gem.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, and i do believe your first statement is true....just as much, but di.. read morethank you for your kind words, and i do believe your first statement is true....just as much, but differently...

thank you, my friend...

j,.

1 Year Ago

My dad was my hero and man I measured others against. He didn't really understand my choice to pursue a career in music, but he never failed to applaud my efforts he'd probably be chuckling at my attempts to write poetry. I knew many people far more accomplished than me who dropped out of music school because their parents couldn't support their choices. I still keep in touch with many of them and the resentment still lingers. I'm glad you held on to your pen. This was beautifully honest j. R xo

Posted 1 Year Ago

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1 Year Ago

and did you hold on to your music? what are doing with it these days?
thanks for sharing Rach.. read moreand did you hold on to your music? what are doing with it these days?
thanks for sharing Rach.
j.

1 Year Ago

I did yes :) My music pays my mortgage and a few other things :) it has taken me to lands far and wi.. read moreI did yes :) My music pays my mortgage and a few other things :) it has taken me to lands far and wide. I see it in my son and I enjoy nothing more than a studio jam with friends.

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Carbondale, IL

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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970.
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